Day Seventeen

Day seventeen was a long time comin' so we did our level best to make it a "Big Boy" day. After long work weeks for us both we decided on the new old new spot for some late season folding action. Also if you happen to forget that 2008 requires a new licence for a new year, the new old new spot is perfect. So off to the Mighty Columbia we went.
The first order of business was to set up a new blind and throw out some blocks. Fred G. had spent some quality time in his library that morning and knew of the perfect decoy spread to use so he rearranged my set up and in the process tangled up many of the deeks. (we didn't much care later) The morning fly happened all by itself and we were caught again and again not ready for the folding chances we were given. This prompted a new rule. Always stand for the morning fly.
Later we both took a walk to shrug off the rainy chill and again both missed folding chances. I missed because of the super choppy and windy scenario I encountered on the shipping lane side of the island. I chose not to shoot at the 6 Greenies that flew when I came out of the willows. I don't think I could swim with the barges in order to retrieve them. Fred G. had yet another gun malfunction on the other side of the island. While shooting at some wood ducks some errant lumber got stuck in his Super Black Eagle and rendered it useless. After a field teardown and reassembly he was back in action.
After returning to the blind a lone hen flew into our spread. Fred jumped up and pulled the trigger, click..... Must have gotten some field teardown lessons from Steve-a-rino. I pulled the trigger and blamo.... See the pic above.
Later we ate lunch and took a long nap to counteract the effects of the one beer we shared in the blind. We awoke just in time to not have to cross the rising waters in the dark and successfully made it back to Lisa unharmed. All in all a great "Big Boy" day.

GBCH